"I can take you over and have a look, but don't you need to ask your son for his opinion?" He Qingqing bent down and rubbed Hongye's head, curled her lips and smiled gently.

Hongye bit her finger: "It's okay, it's next door anyway."

He Qingqing is very self-aware. This child has a close relationship with Wen Yujun. She can't provoke this person. Of course, she has to satisfy him no matter what request he makes.

Zhou Xin'er and the maid blew the cold wind for a while.

In order to avoid embarrassment, they could only leave when nothing happened.

When Wen Yujun finished his practice and opened the bedroom door, he saw Hongye eating a series of snacks such as fried tofu, candied haws, fried cakes, etc. on the stone table in the yard. The ground was filled with some strange small human toys.

Wen Yujun's vision parades around and finally fell on Hongye.

"Red Leaf." Wen Yujun's voice could not tell the joy and anger, and he was still very gentle. He said, "Do I am hungry on weekdays, or do I buy you not enough toys?"

"Everything...none is not." Hongye covered her face with her big tail.

Wen Yujun asked again: "That's because I'm too harsh on you?"

"Young master, I admit my mistake, I confess. I shouldn't go outside to take advantage just because I don't have pocket money." Hongye buried his head low, like a ball of plush ball. He blamed himself and reflected sincerely, "I don't want these foods at all. This is all He Qingqing. She forced me to do it. I tried very hard to refuse!"

Wen Yujun walked out of the bedroom, just like a ray of warm sun falling in the cold courtyard. His steps were unfast, and his every move was a model of elegance. Then every step was like a heavy drum, hitting Hongye's heart one after another.

"Red Leaf." Wen Yujun raised his hand and touched the big tail of the white fox, "Am I easy to cheat?"

Red leaves are tearful: "..."

Is it still too late to apologize for death?

When He Qingqing was practicing music in her yard, she turned around and saw the window in the attic opposite open, with a shadow there, which was not clear in the hazy place.

It's impossible to be watching her.

He Qingqing continued to practice the new song.

Wen Yujun, who left the window, put the book back on the shelf.

Hongye was ordered to move the collection out to wipe it, and bask in the sun. When he saw Wen Yujun coming out, Hongye grabbed the rag and said, "Young Master, what are you going to do?"

Wen Yujun asked back without answering: "All wipes?"

Hongye shook her head.

Then Wen Yujun left.

Hongye was doing his work dejectedly, but he was caught in his own way.

But not long after, Wen Yujun brought a cup of fragrant soup on a tray. Just when Hongye thought it was Wen Yujun who felt sorry for him, Wen Yujun handed him the soup cup: "Send this cup of snow pear sweet soup to your little singer first."

Hongye was stunned: "Ah?"

Wen Yujun said lightly: "Give back the favors you have made people spend today."

When Hongye carried the sweet pear soup over, she searched for a long time before seeing He Qingqing in the background.

"My young master made it for you specifically and drink it while it's hot." Hongye handed over the soup cup.

He Qingqing was stunned for a moment: "Ah?"

Zhou Xiner: “…”

Mom, I discovered He Qingqing’s big secret!

He Qingqing definitely did not pass by accidentally this morning. He Qingqing had reached an ulterior motive with the old man opposite him!

Looking at the innocent, I didn’t expect it to be so worldly!

Hongyexin was unwilling to explain, and He Qingqing was dizzy and couldn't explain it. Therefore, they had no idea how much storm this incident caused in the pear garden.

Afterwards, He Qingqing personally delivered a bowl of egg flower soup to the next door in the evening based on the principle of coming and going. Wen Yujun was not there, and Hongye came out to pick it up.

Oh, look at the sticky spirit.

Hongye feels that his heart is not very good.

He Qingqing couldn't understand Hongye's heartbroken look at all.

Well, okay, she admits that she doesn't have much talent for cooking.

So the two monsters who should have been strangers also had a complete intersection because of what happened today.

In the small world of music scores, Yin Jiu was feeding Su Qingwan and drinking sweet pear soup.

"Today is the birthday of the marquis, and the underwater world is very lively."

Su Qingwan in the restaurant listened to Yin Jiu's words and looked at the calm sea in the distance. The reason they came here was because Yin Jiu strongly recommended this restaurant's sweet pear soup.

After drinking the sweet soup, Yin Jiu ordered cinnabar at the corner of Su Qingwan's eyes. He gently kissed the cinnabar, picked up Su Qingwan, and went straight toward the West Sea.

Su Qingwan was surprised to find that she could breathe freely in the sea water. Even in the sea water, her vision was not disturbed by any interference, and her hair and clothes were not wet.

Su Qingwan looked at the seabed: "Where is..."

"It's the Crystal Palace where the mermaid emperor lives." Yin Jiu hugged her and landed in front of the Crystal Palace.

From Yin Jiuyi that he noticed his shark emperor soon came out.

"Master Jiu, you are a rare guest. Why do you think of joining in the fun here?"

Su Qingwan looked at the beautiful mermaid wearing a blue embroidered crabapple pattern.

A mermaid with a golden fish tail.

The dark blue eyes had a mysterious tenderness as much as the sea.

However, compared to the appearance of the marquis, her voice fascinates everyone more.

"I'll take my wife to see you." Yin Jiu took out a small box of gouache, which he carefully selected before coming. He hugged Su Qingwan and smiled, "I'll celebrate your birthday by the way."

The shark emperor was surprised for a moment. She looked at Su Qingwan and said that they were all ordinary humans. However, she did not ask much, but politely welcomed the two of them in.

After three rounds of drinking, Wen Yujun came late.

Su Qingwan saw a look of surprise on the face of the shark emperor.

Yin Jiu advanced time at this time.

At the banquet, Wen Yujun and the shark emperor strolled on the beach of the West Sea.

The feeling between them is very warm, but there is always less atmosphere that lovers should have, but it is indeed closer than friends.

Wen Yujun suddenly stopped and took out a piece of blue jade from her sleeve.

The jade has been carefully polished to look like a crabapple.

Wen Yujun handed the jade to the marmoset emperor: "Although I'm late, I haven't forgotten the gift yet."

The shark emperor happily took the jade and watched it carefully: "I will definitely cherish it."

It was clearly the excitement of receiving gifts from the closest relatives.

Su Qingwan raised her eyes: "They two..."

Yin Jiu made a gesture of silence, smiled faintly, and moved the time forward.

The picture is frozen at the first encounter.

At that time, the mermaid emperor was still a ignorant little mermaid.

But Wen Yujun is used to seeing the ups and downs.

Early in the morning, on the reef.

The little mermaid sang a melodious song to welcome the warm sunshine.

Wen Yujun, who was walking in the wind, came from the beach to look for sounds.

She had never seen such a beautiful monster, nor had he ever heard such beautiful joy.

So there was an intersection between them.

"There is almost no demon clan that can withstand Wen Yu's charm." Yin Jiu whispered to Su Qingwan, "Wen Yu cultivated the way of Tianyan. The deeper the way of Taoism, the greater the impact on the demon."

The way of heaven, the source of the evil deeds.

How many demons can resist the instinct attraction of the demon clan?

Su Qingwan said, "The Mermaid Emperor is not close to Wen Yujun because of Tianyan's way."

Yin Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Hmm? Xiaoxiao is so sure?"

"I can still distinguish from the sincere closeness and uncontrolled fanaticism." Su Qingwan was held in Yin Jiu's arms and looked up at him, "What's more, I think Wen Yujun himself is a very charming monster, from all aspects."

Yin Jiu really wanted to discuss this issue with Su Qingwan.

"I met you for the first time. If you don't dislike this weeping crabapple, would you give it to you as a meeting gift?" Wen Yujun's first gift to the shark emperor was the crabapple.

The hanging silk is the hanging silk, and what is hanging is the love thread of the lover?

Su Qingwan couldn't judge, but at least, Wen Yujun had no intention of admiration.

The marquis emperor's eyes were not as lingering as he should have for his lover.

"Young Master, you're leaving too fast."
To be continued...